Overall I really like my life, I just started college, work at the neighborhood store in a small town.
I am Steph and I have been told that I am one of the nicest people, have a pretty face and great boobs. I don't get attention from men though. I have never had to worry about things my "pretty" friends, they have to worry about perverted guys or getting roofied and shit like that. Here's why, at 19 years old I am only 5 feet tall and weigh 200 pounds and my big tits and cute face can't help with that.
I am not a virgin but my only experience with sex was with Brad who has lived next to me my whole life. The last time I had sex was 2 years ago when Brad told me "don't tell people we're fucking. I don't want anyone to know I'm fucking the fat chick from next door."
It gets frustrating watching men come into the store and giving attention to the other women. Mary who is 45 and a looks 65 from years of alcohol and smoking but has a decent body gets hit on all day.
I asked one day "what do you do to get all of that attention from men?"
Mary said "sweetheart, you have to lose some weight. Guys are never going to pay attention to just tits and a cute face."
I "wow you blunt, hurtful, cunt."
At this point I would welcome any attention even if it was negative.
Tom would come into the store all the time and even though he is older he has a very sexy look about him. Tom is 43, tall, with dark hair, and a rough badboy look about him.
The week before Labor Day weekend he randomly asked me "Hey Steph, any big plans for the long holiday weekend?"
I just froze when I realized he knew my name "Umm... no Tom how about you?"
He said "I may or may not have people over my place over the weekend. I'm not sure yet. You should come hang out on one of the days if you got no plans. We can order a pizza and watch a Law & Order SVU marathon, lol."
I almost passed out right there, so I asked "anyone I know going to be there or would it be just you and me?"
Tom laughed and said "I'm not sure but if not do you not want to come over?"
I was starting to feel like I couldn't breathe and thinking "Fuck you Mary, how you like me now?"
Then Tom brought me back to my reality and said "I'm just fucking with you kiddo what do I look like, a perv?" My heart dropped and I was so embarrassed.
All I could say was "I may have plans just not sure yet." I know I looked and sounded pathetic.
On his way out of the store Tom said "hey Steph, here's my number shoot me a text and let me know if you're going to stop by over the weekend."
My heart started racing again and was thinking "is he trying to kill me of a heart attack?" I said "I'll text you now so you can save my number!"
After thinking about him all day and how much of fool I must have looked like, I decided to text him. "Hey Tom, thanks for the invite but I don't think I'm going to make it. It looks like I actually have plans on Saturday."
He responded "stop by on Friday night and watch some TV and have a beer."
My heart started racing again and thought, "yes he's trying to kill me." I responded with "ok, see you Friday about 9?"
Tom Response said "ok sounds great looking forward to it. See you then."
Friday came and the excitement was driving me crazy. All I could think was "finally getting the attention from a guy and he was the fucking hot guy!" I shaved my pussy and got all dolled up. Looked in the mirror on my way out and the cleavage looked great, face was all done up, and loose skirt made me look not so heavy.
Moment of truth; I walk in and he said "Hey, come on in. I want you to meet my roommates Eddie and Jay."
I should be used to this kind of disappointment. "Hi Eddie and Jay nice to meet you both."
Tom tells me "get comfortable, we just ordered pizza and started a poker game. Do you know how to play?"
I told the three of them "I don't know but you guys can teach me."
Eddie asks "what are you drinking?"
"I'm only 19 and don't want to get anyone in trouble for serving alcohol to me." But really needed a drink at this point just to deal with the disappointment of getting excited when I should've known better.
Jay asks "Hey Steph, are you a rat?"